Manfax (Winter Brothers #2) - Jacob Chance Page 0,15

to deserve this?

“Does this monster truck have a radio?” I ask.

Adam’s shrewd gaze sweeps over me before returning to the dark, winding road. He mindlessly punches a couple of buttons on his steering wheel and Marvin Gaye croons about sexual healing and getting down tonight.

I shit you not.

Adam laughs so hard his entire torso shakes. I want to punch him in his laughing mouth, but since he’s driving and I don’t want to die, the logical option is to simply join in. I start with a snigger and progress to a full belly laugh within seconds.

“Do you guys mind?” Larsen calls out from the back seat of the cab, which only adds fuel to the fire. Tears gather in the corner of my eyes and I swipe them away with my fingertips. I see Adam do the same with his palms while still navigating us safely along.

The two adults sucking face in the back like teenagers reluctantly part when Adam parks his truck in the driveway.

The four of us silently walk to the door, avoiding eye contact. Once inside, Adam locks up, then struts by the rest of us whistling “Sexual Healing”. I bust into giggles, and his deep chuckle follows. I still think he’s a bed-hopping, bad cliche, but we seem to be in agreement on finding this situation amusing.

“I’m turning in now. Thank you for taking us out,” I address both the guys. I wink at Vi and head for the staircase as she and Larsen call out, “goodnight.”

“I’ll walk you up.” Adam catches up to me and pauses. “You first.”

Moving to the bottom step, I peek over my shoulder. “You should just admit you want to check out my ass.”

“Of course I do. Was that ever in question?” He grins, a deep dimple I never noticed dipping into one of his cheeks.

My stomach whirls. Jesus. He’s a perfect physical specimen.

Is there anything he doesn’t have? Fingers crossed he has a small dick. That would be some poetic justice. But I know it’s not very likely with the number of women chasing after him. Unless his tongue game is strong enough to make up for a micro dick. My eyes run over his frame, pausing midway. Physically, he’s definitely not lacking in any department.

Facing forward, I hurry up the stairs, scolding myself. I must keep my thoughts PG when it comes to Mr. Manfax. He’s the typical bad boy heartbreaker. Everything about him is a red flag.

I swear I can feel his eyes burning into my ass, like he has heat vision. Or maybe it’s X-ray vision.

Can he see through my shorts?

Nothing would surprise me when it comes to this guy.

Once I reach the hallway, I expect Adam to head toward his room, but he sticks with me like he’s glued to my back. In fact, he even reaches past me, opening my door.

“Thank you,” I murmur. Stepping inside, I spin around, placing my hands on either side of the wooden jamb, blocking his pathway. “Did you need something?” I ask and then want to kick my own shin for setting myself up.

He smirks. “I was going to offer to help you get into your pajamas, but I’d rather get you out of them.”

“Who says I wear pj’s?” I tease, slowly licking my lips.

His eyes lock on my mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. The tan, muscular column of his neck distracts me. And I have a weak moment when I wonder if it tastes salty. What would his stubble feel like against my tongue?

Stepping closer, he crowds me, snapping me out of my ridiculous line of thinking. I don’t budge. I refuse to back down. Men like Adam will take a mile if you give an inch.

I’m not some sweet, young virgin he can charm the panties off of. Not in this lifetime anyway. I charm the boxers off of grown men whenever I want to. That’s the way it is. That’s the way it’s going to stay.

Unfortunately for him, I want nothing but a platonic acquaintance. His boxers are completely safe.

“Sure you don’t want some company? This big house gets kind of creepy at night. And black bears are known to be in this area.”

Clucking my tongue, I say, “We both know the only thing that presents a danger to me in this place is you, and I’m not scared.”

“Maybe you should be.” His deep husk rumbles, traveling through me, like a head to toe caress.

“Maybe you should be thanking me for saying no,”